Skya's Secrets; The Ice Cat

Chapter 5, (The Village)

They searched desperately for Conas, with no luck. Skya was starting to get very worried. Where could he be? The moon had already slipped out of view, and it was getting brighter out. The sounds of the jungle were slowly easing awake. They needed to find Conas, and fast.

"I can't find anythi-" Skya started to say, but had been grabbed by someone, put into a sac, and was being swiftly dragged along the forest floor. She tried to yell for help, but her parents couldn't hear her. She kicked and grabbed and shouted threats, but her kidnappers were obviously to strong for her. They kept walking at the same pace, slowly and calmly. There must have been two, because she could hear multiple stomps on the ground.

"Hey!" she screamed at them, "Let me go, or else!"

"Or else what?" the voice mocked her.

Or else what? "Uh, or else I'll tear you apart with my razor wings!" she threatened him.

"Razor wings?" he scoffed, "Yah, like I heard that one before."

Skya filled with rage. She did have razor wings, and she was going to prove it, right then and there.

She tore the top of the burlap sac open, and jumped out. The two frightened men watched in horror as she stretched her wings out, revealing that they were indeed sharp. It was easy to cut through that sac, and it would be easy to cut through them too.

But, wait. These two men looked a lot like her. She stepped forward to get a better look, and they flinched dramatically, ready to run. She took another step, this time tripping on what appeared to be another sac. Conas?

She leaned down, and very carefully, she cut through the other bag. She opened it. It was Conas.

"Are you okay?" she asked him, "You just disappeared."

"I got kidnapped, like you." he replied. She helped him get up, and they both looked back at their kidnappers.

"Take us to your village," she commanded the familiar culprits. It was weird. They both looked just like her, but male, and wearing...feathers.

They walked for awhile through the jungle, not talking to each other. They finally got there, only to find a normal looking village, but full of people that looked exactly like her. This place felt so familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on it yet.

Her parents were standing beside a hollowed tree trunk, worriedly explaining what happened to a woman wearing white. As they walked slowly into the middle of the small village, more and more heads curiously turned their way, including her worried parents.

As soon as they saw her, they ran over to her, "Where were you? We were worried sick," her mother explained, "What happened?"

"Ask them," she exclaimed, pointing towards the ashamed teens. She was pretty sure that they were part of this village, and that most of these people would recognize them.

Her parents did recognize them, "What do you think you're doing, kidnapping one of our village," she scolded them.

Wait, this is my village? That's why it was so familiar.

"And," her mother continued to them, "I thought you were going to stay and help Mrs. Doupley organize her herbs. She can't cure people of their sicknesses if she can't find her medical supplies. Will you go do that now?"

"Yes mam," they respectfully apologized, and with that they ran over to the hollowed trunk, passing Mrs. Doupley, who walked after them into the trunk.

"Sorry about that," her mother reached out an embracing wing, "Now, let me show you around the village."

Skya couldn't help but asking, "Is this my village?"

"Yes," her mother replied, "Welcome to the small town, of Featherall."